There is no day or night
in the forest of slot machines,
flashing lights and cigarettes,
free refills on your drink.
But if the golden deer of luck
never leaps the black jack felt,
past old men with their oxygen
feeding quarters to the slots
Will you see the silver light?
Can you see the silver light?
Can you see it hiding
there in your empty hands?
Will you see the silver light?
Can you see the silver light?
Can you see it shining
there in your empty hands?
Beefy nachos, chicken wings,
all you can eat buffet.
A bar shaped like a racing car,
neon glow stick in your drink.
And if the angels never come,
soaring down on golden wings
and anoint your shaking fist
with a pair of paper kings
Will you see the silver light?
Can you see the silver light?
Can you see it hiding
there in your empty hands?
Will you see the silver light?
Can you see the silver light?
Can you see it shining
there in your empty hands?
